Chapter 103

Isaiah’s POV

When I got to the dungeons, my father and Hunter were already there. We wrestled for a bit until they pulled in more warriors to restrain me. I was happy they did it because I was going to kill that rogue. I want to rip him apart limb by limb, slowly. Instead, I kept him around as my personal punching bag.

Hunter pulled me off to the woods to blow off some steam. I went back to the spot, hoping to find some solace, but instead I found something worse. I didn’t get the full details about what happened here but I knew it involved Zira. Sitting in the snow near the edge of the cliff was the necklace Isabella gave Zira. I looked over the edge and the realization brought me to my knees.

I could hear Hunter talking to me but he seemed so far away. I couldn’t find my voice, I just needed to move. I shifted into Devon and ran to the bottom of the waterfall. It was at least a hundred and fifty to two hundred foot drop. For a werewolf, that’s survivable,